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My colleagues respected me, even if they could never handle me in any other capacity. I did not restrain my intellect. I did not try to make them comfortable. I refused to shrink myself simply because that’s what was expected.
There was something alluring about her. The way she moved. The way she smelled. I wanted to taste her blood. I wanted to feel her beneath me.
Every year, I shared the world with humans, and wished to devour them all. Well, maybe not all. Once again, her face came to mind. Would she recognize me? Would she remember what happened that night? Leave her be. I cannot.
I was splayed out before a dark forest god. At the mercy of a natural fae with eyes that bore into me with a thirst that was both frightening and fascinating.
“This is my class. I do what I want, including failing insolent brats. I will fail you on day one, if you’d like. It would certainly be a record.”
Nora may have killed the Dean’s son, but he would never know it was her. She would be safe as long as I could protect her.
“I’m your shadow,” he answered. “Your protector. The fates have drawn us together and I can’t stay away, even if it damns you. And I will damn you. We will damn you.”
The funeral was as entertaining as I expected. Seeing the Dean cry brought me more joy than almost anything else. It turned out that I was still a sadistic bastard and didn’t even care to scold myself.
